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Wednesday, December 22, 2004
I'm in Bangladesh. Haven't been up to much, but I'm still having a bit of fun. Thanks to Gigi Apu. She's fuckin' awesome. Taking me out to strange corners, putting me up for hire to absolutely anyone for Tk.500 (which is like less than SG$15) per hour, and so on. :D Ha ha ha. That's what we tell our mothers when we go out. No, but really. It's fun.
I should stop doping. It's nice for a bit, but then I can feel myself getting stupider. Like, I've developed a somewhat delayed reaction, my attention span is shorter, I'm more indecisive, and I can't remember things so much anymore. Thankfully, though, (and CONTRARY to popular belief) weed isn't addictive. So I'm good. I had been laying off it for a couple of days. Last I had it was Sunday. But the last time before that was last Tuesday. Or was it Wednesday? I honestly can't remember. See, kids? Weed = stupid! Anyway, I decided I deserved some on Sunday after holding out for 5-ish days. And I’m leaving here soon, anyway. So I gotta make the best of it. :D Today’ll be my last, I swear.
Met up with Rishad. The strangely charming smack addict I met last year who's as tall and skinny as... some supermodel. (Female supermodel, that is, 'cause guy ones are tall and buff, not skinny.) But he doesn't have boobs or anything, if that's what you're thinking. (Models don’t have boobs, anyway.) And... yeah. I can't believe I doped when I was with him, and yet I didn't kiss him. That, comrades, is an amazing feat for Sober Aliya in itself, so you can imagine how TREMENDOUSLY MIRACULOUS it was for DopedUp Aliya to not make out with him. (You can, however, also interpret that as "he's so ugly, even dope didn't make him look good enough to kiss". WHICH IS WRONG, of course.) If only I could get him to ditch heroin. Nevermind. Anyway, I haven’t seen him in ages. This is horrible. I mean, I’ve only met up with him once so far, and today’s the last day I’m here and I really doubt I’ll get to meet up with him ‘cause I can’t seem to contact him. Apparently his phone got stolen, but then he got it back, and… I don’t know. Noone really knows what’s going on.
It's strange, how smack addicts are so well-dressed. Like, Rishad, Afnan (my cousin), and their friends who I saw that day. It's like, they spend all their time and money on smack, so how they get cool clothes a mystery. I really doubt their parents shop for them, 'cause if that were true, their clothes would pretty much suck. It's NOT FAIR. They're SO well-dressed. I feel like a farmer next to them.
I bought 3 pairs of track pants. They're less than SG$2 each. And I got this lime green jacket, which is roughly SG$2. I also got these lovely pink heels. And I was going to get these Mango jeans which are about SG$16!! I didn’t get them ‘cause Mom said they had a defect. So I went to another branch of the shop and the pair there had MORE defects! So I wanna go back to the first one and hopefully the jeans will still be there. But I doubt I’ll be able to go back ‘cause the store’s far far away. I love the shopping here. It's GREAT. I got CHEAP earrings too! 6 pairs for about SG$7.
I was considering doing my A levels here. It can be done in private in two parts, and I can complete it in a year. Whereas, in Singapore it’ll take 2 years and I’ll have to do a lot of other crap alongside my studies, such as CCA and project work and PE (noo!!). So I’m going to try and convince Mom and Baba to let me do it here. PLUS, if I do it here, I won’t have to do English or Bangla! It’s like a win-win-win situation. HOWEVER, I may die of lack of friends. I’m having withdrawal symptoms already. Like, I’ve been having Megan-dreams for the past couple of nights… Sigh. O MY MEGAN DARLING WHERE ART THOU?? WHEREFORE HAST THOU NOT COME WITH ME TO THIS HERE LAND OF RICKSHAWS AND FARMERS?? OVERPOPULATED, MAYBE SO, BUT ‘TIS SUCH A LONESOME PLACE WITHOUT THY PRESENCE!! Sigh. Okay, okay. Enough. Anyway, so Baba said that doing my A levels in Bangladesh won’t be realistic ‘cause… well, ‘cause of the instability here. The horrible traffic jams, the stay-at-home murders (this schoolteacher got murdered the other day ‘cause of some school-related issue, and her 20-something year-old daughter was killed too ‘cause she had been at home at the time), and such. But that stuff doesn’t affect me! I wanna stay!! Oh, well.
Today has been horrible so far. As I was going out this morning, I hit my head on the front gate. That itself was an omen that clearly stated: STAY HOME, YOU FOOL. From then on, nothing happened like I had planned. I couldn’t find any of the 3 CDs I wanted at ANY store, I didn’t see my adorable Café Mango guy, I didn’t see any beeshkoots, and… what else? I don’t know. I’m still going out later so I’m quite sure it’ll be horrible.
Leaving for Delhi tomorrow. At least it’ll be cold there, unlike here in Bangladesh.
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